This was the Victoria sponge I made to smuggle into the National Trust property we were visiting at the weekend where they had a Dickensian Christmas. This mainly involved old people dressed up in Victorian costumes in Wimpole Hall and us shuffling round small rooms - they didn't open the kitchen, why?! - whilst the children did olden days' activities. We were saving ourselves for a cup of tea at the end of our race round the house - now carrying lavender bags and with smuggled cake (much cheaper than the ones they have) - but they wanted to close the tea rooms so the tea, which was luke warm by now, was served by a very grumpy - possibly very authentic - old lady in the outside cafe and there were no hot chocolates for the children so they had diet Pepsi. The cake was bloomin lovely though so that saved the day (if I say so myself).